First came the sofa, a $100 second-hand good-enough-for-now purchase. Short weeks later came the slobbery dog and the relief of having chosen a sofa we felt no preciousness about. Ten days after that, our elder moved in with us unexpectedly; it is her blood, released through unfelt tears in her crepey skin, that makes the non-precious sofa a real find.
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Oh my. Sometimes these little missives of yours just well up and overflow my heart. 💜 May the sofa serve you all well. I’d argue that it is indeed one of the most precious ones you could have found.